Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Furong looked at him with an inexplicable expression.

"Are you so kind to all your students? Before, I thought you only had some special care for Harry."

Sherlock rolled his eyes at her question.

"I treat all students equally. As a teacher, I not only teach them knowledge, but also let them understand the principles of life."

The scene suddenly became quiet at this moment, Fleur stared at Sherlock, and Sherlock looked at her, the two of them staring at each other with big eyes.

After the air froze for dozens of seconds, Fu Rong said angrily.

"I've arrived at Hogwarts now, do you have anything to say?"

Sherlock knew that this kind of thing could no longer be avoided or escaped, so he stood up from his chair helplessly.

"Miss Delacour, welcome to Hogwarts Castle."

Fleur didn't seem very satisfied with his welcome speech, she said with a frown.

"Is this what you call your friends? Or are you already planning to pretend you don't know me since we haven't seen each other for more than a year?"

The robe on the hanger in front of the door flew to Sherlock's side and was put on him.

"I call my friends casually. Like Lupin, I always call him by his last name. Snape, I now prefer to call him Prince. Of course, if you want me to call you Fleur, then we will now It’s time to go, Miss Furong.”

Only then did Fleur's face show a slightly satisfied look, and she and Sherlock began to tour the entire castle.

It's just that she didn't show much interest in Hogwarts along the way, but she was very interested in Sherlock's teaching life in the school.

"I heard that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts was cursed by that person. Are you the only professor in the past forty years who has been elected for three consecutive terms without any accidents?"

While passing by the girls' bathroom where Myrtle was staying on the first floor, Sherlock told her the story of the secret room being opened at that time, which also made Fleur understand that he had been a defense teacher at Hogwarts for three years. Professor, are still curious about the safe things.

Sherlock shrugged.

"In the past two years, the Daily Prophet has almost published a report on this matter whenever there is no news about it. I heard that among the reporters within the newspaper, they even made a private bet on whether I would be in the news. If I die in my current position within a few years of continuing to work as a professor, no one seems to be pushing me to do it for more than five years."

In fact, thinking about his experience of teaching in the castle in the past two years, Sherlock has always felt that he is lucky enough to be able to stand here intact now.

Whether it was the basilisk in his first year of employment or the time travel incident in his second year, he almost escaped death several times.

Hogwarts will only become more uneven in the next few years, which makes Charlotte unsure of how long she can stay in this position.

Furong felt sorry for him.

"How could they do this? They would actually gamble with your life. It is said that many wizards have sued their reporters from the British Daily Prophet. They don't know how they learned the privacy of some famous wizards. , and reported it.”

Sherlock also knew something about the matter, he recalled.

"The specific person they plan to prosecute is the reporter named Rita Skeeter, but the so-called prosecution is just a big thunder and a small rain. The wizards can't deal with their own troubles. Skeeter's Prosecution is most likely just a threat."

The two of them chatted and walked around the castle. During this period, many students saw them. After all, there were no classes today and the little wizards were very free.

However, when Sherlock and Fleur were together, they deliberately maintained a social distance, which did not cause any misunderstanding among the students at Hogwarts. Most people thought that he was just bringing this Beauxbatons student with him. Just visiting the campus.

When passing by the castle library, Sherlock was introducing to Fleur that this is the largest magic book library in the British wizarding world. Hilke, who was blindfolded with a black ribbon, happened to be holding two books from the library at this time. A magic book came out.

Although the two had discussed Fiddlesticks together in the office before, Silk obviously had not yet completely calmed down on Sherlock.

It was as if she hadn't seen him, and she was about to pass by Sherlock with two tomes in her arms that were as big as bricks.

Of course Sherlock couldn't and pretended not to see anything.

He smiled and stretched out his hand to help take the two books from Silk's hand, and said shamelessly.

"You can't just ask the senior boys to help you borrow books from the library, but you have to move them to the office so hard. It's too hard."

Silk glanced at him with his golden eyes hidden under the ribbon and said coldly.

"I just want to get out and walk."

"What a good idea!" Sherlock started to praise, "I've always suggested that you go out for a walk more often, but the air over the Black Lake is fresher. If you want to go out for a walk next time, go there. The sunshine these days is also good. .”

Silk's voice was still cold.

"There are few people around the lake, so it's not fun to go for a walk by the lake alone."

"Then I will accompany you next time?" Sherlock said cautiously.

Silke didn't agree with him at all, and still walked forward expressionlessly.

"It's better not to bother Professor Forrester. You are too busy and don't have much time."

"What are you busy with! Not busy, not busy at all!"

Watching the conversation between Sherlock and Silk, Fleur's expression was obviously a little weird, as if she was a bit disgusted, and she felt like an out-of-place lightbulb.

It was only then that she had the chance to interject and ask.

"Hello, Professor Silk, my name is Fleur Delacour, and I am Sherlock's friend."

Hearing her greeting, Hilke didn't show any cold expression towards her, and just nodded lightly.

"Hello."

Furong looked at her delicate face. She, who had always been incomparable to her appearance, didn't dare to have any thoughts of comparison at this time. She just asked with a complicated expression.

"I heard that Professor Silk is Sherlock's girlfriend?"

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Hearing her question, Sherlock choked on his own saliva, his face turned red, and he coughed desperately.

Silke just glanced at him lightly and answered calmly.

"No, we are just ordinary colleagues. Who did you listen to?"

Hearing what she said, Fleur's expression suddenly changed completely, and she sold Harry without hesitation.

"Harry Potter, he told me that at dinner yesterday."